Some people spend their lives in hotels, jetting around on a jigsaw of airplane and train journeys en route to important meetings. Me, I’ve been visiting universities trying to get students to fill out a survey on their union and I’ve stayed in a hotel twice in two weeks. So obviously this is my blog about how I basically live in hotels now.
There are three television shows airing at the moment, all with the word “girl” in the title. People are suddenly talking about “girls on television”, forgetting that we’ve had women-led programmes like Sex and the City and Buffy for years now. I read this article today and am falling in line to comment on what it means to suddenly have a swell of femininity broadcast into our living rooms.
“Whedonverse” is a term used to describe and encompass the many worlds and creations of sci-fi lord and master Joss Whedon. Long bandied around on message boards and webpages by a dedicated decade-long fanbase, this month it felt like the ‘verse is taking physical form as it finally slides into the mainstream.
I waited for Cabin In The Woods for years. Ever since I found out Joss Whedon was making a horror movie, my mind swam with theories and expectations of what such a creation would look like. As a die-hard Buffy fan (and Angel, Dollhouse and Firefly enthusiast) I was already biased. I knew I’d like Cabin In The Woods, but I didn’t realise that I had underestimated how amusing and genre-butt-kickingly triumphant the film would be.
Good on Samantha Brick. Despite receiving thousands of hateful comments about her article yesterday, she’s sticking to her guns. Good. I’m late to the party and I’m only just reading about this Twitterstorm of a story now, but I cannot believe the hate this woman is getting.
This isn’t about Samantha Brick thinking she’s beautiful. If she wants to think that, so be it. I don’t care, in fact I’m happy for her. For the majority of us, the thought of telling other people that we think we’re gorgeous is unimaginable. Bizarrely, in a materialistic world that promotes physical attractiveness we are not allowed to loudly appreciate ourselves. Immodesty is gross. Beauty is an aggressive priority but to admit it invites insult.
8AM: Wake up, but only because of someone else’s alarm. Snooze until you hear the door slam and then immediately feel guilty for being in bed.
8.15AM: Watch Judge Judy whilst applying for jobs. Fix your CV and submit to nine different jobs. Experience a mixture of hope and pre-emptive defeat.
“It’s just luck.” I was told yesterday. You check the websites every day and fill out application forms for hours each week, but chances are even if you’re a qualified gold-star candidate getting a job comes down to luck. The luck of an interviewer picking up your CV and reading it before others’, your email landing in their inbox at exactly the moment someone decides to read some more CVs. Luck. The word makes me want to pull my hair out.
